would have to discuss the next topic the following meeting, alone, and, worse, in straight English. He was very diligent. He never skipped classes. He would arrive just before the period started, and would leave on the last second. He was a headache to most of us; we didn’t know that those difficulties were his secret drills for our approaching college life and adulthood. Behind that iron mask, he was a fluffy instructor, too, though most of us did not notice it at first. Every morning, he would ask us to pray once he entered the room and before the lesson proper started. He wasn’t bothered that some of my classmates said it was silly or was so elementary. During our first meeting,
He was a headache to most of us; we didn’t know that those difficulties were his secret drills for our approaching college life and adulthood.
he gave us a simulated test, and then he arranged our seats where the lowest and the highest scorers will be seatmates, and so on. He then explained that it was not to intimidate the low-scorers, but to inspire them. I remember him saying as he grinned, “I just gave you an instant tutor, for free.” He wanted us to help each other as a team. From that day on, he never failed to compliment us on our improvements and achievements.
He was always reinventing his teaching strategies. He did not limit his teaching to the classic chalk and blackboard, like
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